(Brock)



(We're the psychedelic warlords

Playing spaced out rock and roll

Hang on to your heads now

Because we were born to go)



We're sick of politicians

harassment and laws

All we do is get screwed up

By other people's flaws



You think you know the answers

But we don't tell no lies

We can take you any way

Through seven different highs



The world's turned upside down now

There's nothing else to do

Except live in concrete jungles

That just block up the view



We're the psychedelic warlords

And that ain't no joke

Travel with us to lands far out

And just disappear in smoke